I haven't updated my blog since July. To be honest, I've dealt with trials, tribulations, and exquisite happiness--and all of it has pulled me away from my writing. My fourth book, Your Story: Tales of Love, Tragedy, Despair, and Healing hit the market in the early months of this excessively hot summer. A crazy and upside down experience at work (yes, I have a real job...believe it or not) reeked of havoc and lunacy for some time. But most incredibly, Cathy and I were blessed with grandchild number two...followed shortly by grandchild number three--obviously, our kids were bored out of their collective minds having conceived in such a short period of time.
Yes, my plans for book five and six were derailed, but I ain't mad. Life is good, as they say, and life with our grandbabies is phenomenal. Maya, Maverick, and Ellie light up every fiber of my being. I could not be happier than I am to have these young 'un's in my life. We had them all together not so long ago. Okay, I can only take a limited number grands at once, but I don't love them any less. :)
There's nothing better than the smell of a baby. When they look up at you with their trusting eyes and coo, my heart melts. Jesus...have I become an old softy? I want to help teach them the ways of the world...to show them all how to fish, hunt, take care of themselves, and show them a love of academia. Yes, I know they have parents who will mold them, but I do want to influence their lives in a positive way.
Anyway, the work thing is what it is. When a door closes, another will open. Like old Stephen King pointed out in his Gunslinger series, the door you choose doesn't have to dictate your life, but it will influence your here and now. So, now I am faced with a new door that I long to open...and we shall see what the here and now presents.
So, to everyone wondering what is in store for my writing--yes, book five and six are in the works. The political book I promised is coming along (slowly), and the next Bill Evers book will finally emerge (slowly). I am working, and I am writing, but at a pace that doesn't suit me, but it's a pace that God has dealt, so who am I to argue?
Peace and love, y'all.
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